Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2003 22:34:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown
Subject: St: A Slave's Life, Part 7
A SLAVE'S LIFE, Part 7
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Once, when we'd been touring in the South West of
France (big rugby country!), it had been so hot that
I'd had to throw all the bed clothes off and sleep
naked in order to keep cool. My mate who I was
sharing a room with did the same, and in the morning
when we woke up and were both sporting big erections,
we were so embarrassed - well, you didn't do things
like that in front of your mates. Everyone knows
young guys have erections, after all, and you even
joke and talk about them - but you don't actually show
them to your mates, do you? In fact, I don't really
think I'd ever seen another guy's cock hard before my
experiences on the estate - I'd seen the front of
shorts tenting up, of course, but not a cock in all
its naked glory.
So when I woke up that first time in our pen on the
estate, my first thought was that all the other guys
would be looking at my morning hard-on. My second
thought, as I came up to consciousness, was that
they'd be feeling it - I felt the hot skin if a guy
pressed against my back, and began to realise that my
body was pressed into someone else, and that my erect
cock was sandwiched between us. My legs were somehow
intertwined with other legs, and my arm was casually
draped over a body. As I moved my hand, I suddenly
felt the wiry texture of pubic hair, and in my haste
to pull my hand away, I banged it into an erect cock.
I was fully awake now, and tried to manoeuvre myself
to get away from the other bodies, but we were so
closely intertwined and so tightly packed in the small
pen that it was just impossible. The other guys were
waking up now, as a guard had come to the barred door
of our enclosure and was shouting at us to get moving.
We all struggled to our feet, and all of us had
erections - none of the others seemed to notice, or to
be concerned, and I think that made it easier for me.
Craig grinned, and said "Welcome to the first full
day of the rest of your life!", and then casually
reached down and gave my erect cock a little squeeze.
We were al stretching and yawning, and absent-mindedly
scratching as you do when you wake up, and some of the
guys had even started to wank themselves. But the
guards shouted at them to stop that, as it was time to
go, and opened the gate of our pen. Evidently these
guys were all completely unworried at doing all these
things in front of each other, and thought no more of
scratching themselves and playing with their cocks in
front of the others than I might have done at home in
the privacy of my own room.
The guards had us line up in twos, then we marched off
down the corridor and were halted over the bars of the
"crap station" again. On their order, we all
squatted, and I was again in the middle of eight guys
straining to drop their turds, and having their
morning piss. They didn't let us shower in the
mornings - in fact, I found we only showered once a
day, as it was judged that we were going to get dirty
anyway at work, so there was no point. So when we
stood up and marched off, our morning ration of
biscuits was dished out to us and we munched them down
as we were in motion.
The Overseer met us at the door of the building, and
then we half jogged, half ran across the estate to the
site where we'd been working the day before, and
without a word, picked up our shovels and started
digging again.
And that was all we did until the lunch break, except
that the young water boy Stu came around several times
during the morning, and each of us was allowed a brief
respite from our unrelenting toil as we sucked
greedily from his water bag.
When we had the noon break and were allowed to retire
to the shade of the trees, I somehow felt far more at
ease with my fellows than I had the previous day. I'd
got used to being naked, I suppose, and I'd almost not
noticed the couple of times during the morning when
the combined effects of the cinch ring and my natural
urges as a young guy had caused me to have huge
erections. Actually, amongst the eight of us, there
was usually at least one of us with an erection at any
one time.
We sprawled under the shade, and I longed to swap a
few words with my fellows, but of course I remembered
that it was strictly forbidden. Craig lay next to me,
and indicated that I could rest my head on his belly
to make myself comfortable - when you're naked, lying
on earth with no sun lounger or pillow, being able to
use your mate's body in this way is a real kindness.
As my head moved as I began to doze, I could of course
see his cock in front of me, but somehow it seemed to
be OK. It seemed to be the thing to do to rest
against other guys, as someone else in turn lay his
head on my stomach and composed himself for sleep. It
felt so odd to have head pressing into me there, and
the guy even turned half on his side and threw an arm
casually over my chest, in an effort to make himself
more comfortable. I couldn't help but think about a
litter of puppies I'd once seen at a neighbour's
house, where they all sprawled against each other in
much the same way as they dozed in the hot sun light.
The afternoon work session was just as hard as it had
been the day before, and my whole body was aching, not
just from muscle fatigue but from the lash of the whip
by the time the sun started to set. I'd thought we
were going to get through the whole day without much
use of the whip as the Overseer had just mostly
encouraged us verbally in the morning, but as the day
went on, and we tired, he started to "encourage" us
more and more to make sure our pace of work didn't
slacken. I'd never thought previously that I could
work as hard as this, for such continuous periods, and
I began to realise just how powerful the incentive to
avoid the pain from the whip could be. Interestingly,
however hard he lashed at us to drive us on, our skin
didn't break - you could see the lines across our
naked backs, bums and thighs where he struck, but
there was never even the slightest trace of blood. I
learned later that this was because the work
overseers' whips were designed to sting but not damage
us, as our owner didn't want our flesh disfigured by
scars as we were for "display" as well as to do work
on the estate. We were once all lined up and made to
watch a slave who had turned on the owner during a
session in his bed being punished, and that was truly
awful: the slave, a young guy of about 21, was
dragged out and lashed to a post, and then he was
whipped with what I suppose would be called a bull
whip; afterwards you couldn't see his body for the
blood that was pouring our from all the wounds it had
made. I was told that afterwards he was no longer any
use as a sex slave, as his back and thighs were so
badly scarred permanently that it would be no pleasure
for the owner or his guests to run their hands over
him, and so he was sold off to the mines.
I was so glad when the end of the day was called that
even the gruelling run back to the central complex
seemed to be a relief. We pissed and crapped over the
grille as before, then went under the showers. I
joined all the others enthusiastically this time -
after all, when you've been wanked and sucked by a
whole lot of guys, what's to be embarrassed about in
showering with them? But there was a change - half
way through, the guard issued us with razors and we
had to stand there and shave each other - later that
night they told me that the owner quite liked to see
stubble on us as he thought it made us look tougher
and more virile, so we only shaved every three days.
And each second time we did, we also had to shave our
balls, to make sure there was no unpleasant
scratchiness from our pubic hair re-growing. It's
funny, I suppose - although you can shave yourself,
and can even do it without a mirror if you have to,
it's really hard to shave someone else - everything's
kind of "on the wrong side". And, huddled together in
the close confines of the shower enclosure, you were
also bumping into the other guys, and your cock
brushed against them as you manoeuvred away trying to
shave your companion. The snout ring was also a
problem - I'd almost forgotten about it until my
companion started to shave my upper lip, then he had
to pull it up to make room - I got a sharp twinge of
discomfort as the metal tore at the scars that were
still there in my septum.
Was I looking forward to the night? Well, in one way
I was, and in another I wasn't. After my initiation
into sex with other guys the previous night, I was
strangely apprehensive about what was going to happen.
After my initial revulsion at feeling my cock being
played with and at having to suck Tony's cock, I'd
really started to enjoy it. And as the evening went
on and we got hotter and hotter and our sweat slicked
our bodies, it had been so sensuous to have other guys
sliding over you, and as the cum flowed and we got
slimier and slimier, it was sort of better and better!
So was it going to be the same tonight, or would it
be disappointing?
I soon found out - once the gate was locked and we
were all together, we literally fell on each other,
feeling cocks, kissing, groping, and then getting down
to the serious business of sex. I now know that this
is because we had nothing else to do, and nothing else
to think about - our days were empty, devoid of
conversation, music, food, or anything else. So when
we were alone, the only thing we could do to bring
pleasure into our lives was to enjoy each others
bodies. There was nothing to stop us, no inhibitions,
and so we were able to do what men revel in - have
pure, animal sex. I see now that the "male bonding"
that drives men to join things like rugby clubs is
just the hugely watered down "civilised" manifestation
of what we were now doing to the full - interacting
with each other as men were meant to. All those
evenings at the club, all those matches, all the
communal baths and the drinking sessions were, I
suppose, at some level, trying to create this sublime
feeling of male "togetherness" in which I was now
enthusiastically joining.
After an hour or so, just as the night before we all
calmed down and started to shuffle ourselves into
sleeping positions. Craig was next to me again, and
he again pushed his hard cock between my thighs from
behind and started to slide it backwards and forwards,
whilst wrapping his arms around me and pulling me
close to him. After a time he stopped, and turned me
around to face him. I thought he was going to wank my
cock again, but his hand probed down further, under my
balls, and I could feel his finger nail scraping at my
pucker. I gave a little moan and a shudder ran
through me as this sensitive area experienced things
it had never done before. Craig kind of
"shusssshhhed..." at me, and continued to probe at me.
I could feel his finger trying to worm its way into
me, and involuntarily kind of clenched my sphincter to
try to stop it.
"Ssshhh... Jon.... Relax.... Let it happen..... Come
on, let me in..... Relax....."
"No, Craig. Stop it... I don't want that...."
"Come on, Jon... You didn't want anything last night,
either, did you.... Now, just relax and trust me... I
know what I'm doing, mate...."
What was I to do? I didn't want to make a big fuss or
anything in front of all the other guys, and I suppose
Craig knew what he was doing. So I willed myself to
relax, and felt Craig's finger slip into me. He
started to push it gently in and out, and a whole new
set of sensations flooded through me. He put his free
arm around me again and pulled me close to him as he
continued to play with my ass hole, and I felt so
close, so wanted, so needed..... Nothing in my life
had ever been like this before.
"OK, Jon?", he whispered, and all I could do in reply
was to moan gently with the sheer enjoyment of it.
He unwrapped his arm from around me, and as he
continued to play with my ass with one hand, he gently
wanked me with the other. I was in some sort of
strange place I'd never been before, and I even forgot
that there were six other blokes sprawled around us -
it was a s if the whole world had contracted down to
just Craig and me.
Something happened then, and I gave a whole new, loud
moan, and I felt my balls contracting as a great
splash of cum forced itself out. I'd never felt
anything like it, and I was almost gasping with the
pleasure of it.
"OK, Jon.... You've never had anyone massage your
prostate whilst they're wanking you, have you?"
"No, I suppose not", I whispered.
He wrapped his arm around me again, and continued to
play with my ass hole, but now it seemed much easier,
and even more sensual. I was giving little whimpers
and moans as he went on, and he pressed his face close
to my ear and whispered "You're enjoying this, aren't
you? I told you so! I've got three fingers in now,
and you're almost ready.... Cum makes the perfect
lubricant, as you can feel.... You're enjoying this,
aren't you...."
I could hardly believe it - three fingers in my ass?
And Craig had big, strong workmen's hands, with thick
work- toughened fingers. How could they go up inside
me? I was going to ask him, but now he'd moved away
from me slightly and was gently pushing and pulling at
my legs.
We were lying on our sides, facing each other, and he
got our legs lying on each other alternately - one of
mine, one of his. His arm went around me again and he
pulled me close - his hand dug into my bum as he
strained to get me close - and I felt something else
probing at my ass hole. My own cock gave a start, and
my hard erection was sandwiched between us. The
probing went on, and Craig was gently thrusting
himself at me..... suddenly, something dawned on me...
It was Craig's cock trying to get into me!
"No, Craig... Don't.... I don't take cock up my
ass.... ", I whispered.
"Ssshhhh...., Jon. Relax..... Just let me show you
what real sex is all about. Relax.... Don't fight
me.... Push out, as if you're trying to crap...."
Somehow his words struck home, and there was the most
exquisite sensation in me - Craig's cock had pushed
trough my sphincter, and I could feel his hot warmth
pushing against my sensitive skin as his engorged cock
went into me.
He started to rock gently in and out, and, as he did
so, waves of pleasure flowed through me. Nothing that
had ever happened to me before was in any way like
this, and it was impossible to say whether it was the
feeling of his cock, or his wonderful naked body
pressed all against mine, or his hot breath playing
across my face, or all of these, that was the most
perfect thing I'd ever known.
But all too soon it was over, and he pulled out of me,
and just lay there facing me, and panting.
"No, don't stop...", I whispered.
"I've got to, Jon - there's not room to fuck you
properly, and I can't go on like this all night...
Just think of this as lesson one."
"But your cock was right up me. In all the stuff I've
read, it's supposed to hurt... All the guys who get
raped tell the papers how they screamed..."
"If you go in dry to an unrelaxed hole, it hurts like
hell", Craig whispered. "But I massaged and stretched
you, lubed you with your cum.... So you were ready for
my cock. And tomorrow night, before all the others
start to sleep, we'll go the whole way and then you'll
know just how fantastic it can be... Now... Get to
sleep....."
______________________________
I could hardly wait for the next night when we would
again be free to have sex, and all day I was at least
semi-erect as my brain relived what had happened the
previous evening, and most of the time I was dripping
pre-cum from a hard-on that was almost painful my cock
was so stiff.
We slaved away, still digging and hauling the spoil
away, and at the midday break I deliberately lay near
Craig so I could sense his closeness. We weren't
allowed to have sex at that time, of course, as it was
thought it might affect our performance at work in the
afternoon, but I could press my body close to Craig's
and imagine how it would be later - I got the scent of
him: not just the running sweat from all over him and
the pungent acrid overlay from his pits, but that
wonderful masculine odour from his pubes as he
sprawled casually on the ground and I rested my head
as close to his cock as I could.
In spite of being absolutely exhausted at the end of
the day, I could hardly contain my eagerness as we
showered, and when the gate was finally locked on our
pen, I pressed myself close to Craig. He kissed me
passionately, and I returned it with equal ardour, and
our arms were wrapped around each other as if we were
trying to make one body from two. Then he whispered
to me to lie down on the floor, and we found a vacant
space as close to one wall as possible. Still kissing
me and stroking at my body, Craig very rapidly wanked
me - indeed, he'd hardly got his fist around my cock
before I shot almost spontaneously, I was so keyed up;
sexually. Then he went through the same sublime
massage of my ass hole, sliding first one, then two,
and ultimately three finger in, whilst all the time
continuing to kiss me, suck my tits, and whisper
wonderful encouraging words into my ear.
"Are you ready now, Jon?", he finally asked, and all I
could do was give a moan of pleasure in reply.
He knelt between my legs, then gently lifted my calves
up to rest them on his shoulders. He shuffled
forward, all the time keeping his eyes locked on mine,
and suddenly I felt something new against me,
something I'd never known before as the hot, wet tip
of his cock pressed my sphincter. Ever so slowly,
and infinitely gently, he pressed his hips forward and
his cock tried to force its way into me.
"Relax, Jon.... Pretend you're crapping...", he
whispered, and I tried to do as he said.
A thrill went through me - that sublime sensation as a
cock finally breaks through and slides into you. I
moaned with ecstasy, and looked at Craig above me,
smiling.
"OK, mate?", he asked, and I just gave a great gasp of
pleasure.
Ever so slowly he rocked his hip backwards and
forwards, and wave after wave of that new sensation
went through me. Nothing in my life had ever been
like this before, and I didn't know what to do with my
body. I was covered in sweat, and my hands were
beating up and down on the floor on either side of me.
I was tossing my head from side to side, too, and I
could hear myself making animal moaning noises in
response to this first fucking.
I cried out when he suddenly changed pace and slammed
himself into me, but it wasn't really with pain - it
was just something new, something unexpected,
something completely animal. And I continued to cry
as he slammed himself against me four or five more
times.
Then he rested, still deep inside me, and through his
ragged panting asked "Still OK? Shall I go on?"
"Uhg", was all I could manage, but he knew I meant
"yes, yes, yes/"
He shuffled forward a little more and wrapped his arms
around my knees and pulled my legs as close to his
body a he could.
"OK, Jon.... Here goes.... It will be really long and
deep this time....."
Did it hurt? Or was it just my body responding to the
most extreme pleasure it had ever known in totally new
ways? I cried out, and carried on shouting in time to
his long, deep thrusts. Then his voice joined in, and
I heard him roaring "I'm cumming... Oh Christ....
Oh...."
And then it was over, and gently he placed my legs
down on the ground and, still inside me, lay his body
forwards over mine so that he could wipe his hands all
over my face, and again start to kiss me. Almost
instinctively I wrapped my powerful legs around his
waist and pulled his body closer to mine, as if I
wanted to hold him inside me for ever.
He was whispering again now, and I could feel our
chests beating up and down as we sucked air in from
our exertions, and his heart beating strongly as his
body pressed against mine. I'd never been this
intimately close to another man before, and it was
fantastic.
"So now you're a real man, Jon. That's proper sex. I
didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No.... But towards the end...."
"You mean when I pulled your legs close to me....
That's to get your hole as close to my cock as it can
possibly can get, so the strokes can be as long as
possible... Some guys don't like it like that...."
"No... It was fantastic...."
We'd been making so much noise that I knew that all
the other men must have been watching, but I didn't
care. Somewhere in my brain there was something that
was amazed at how completely unconcerned I'd become
about this - what I'd done with Craig was so natural,
so right, I didn't care!
Very gently he slid himself out of me, and came and
lay beside me so he could continue to stroke my body
and kiss me. I wanted to pull him close and tangle
our legs together and hold him, but as I went to do so
I realised there was someone else kneeling between my
legs - I looked up and saw Tony there, and he, too,
picked up my legs and rested them on his shoulders.
"Hey, Tony.. Stop that!", I shouted, but he ignored me
totally and I felt his cock now pushing at me for
entrance.
I went to sit up, but Craig gently restrained me. So
I shouted "I said stop that..."
"Hey, Jon....", Craig whispered, "Just relax - after
that fucking I've given you you're all properly lubed
and ready, and Tony's got a hair-trigger - he'll cum
almost as soon as he's inside you."
"But I don't want him..."
"We don't work like that her, Jon... We're all in this
together. And if you take me up the ass, you have to
offer it to any of the other guys too, you know..."
I was in a turmoil. I didn't want Tony to fuck me, as
I wanted to lie there and enjoy Craig's body as we
"wound down". But, equally, I didn't want to do the
wrong thing! Every new guy in a group is always
worried about offending the others by "breaking the
rules", isn't he? And that's how I was now.
So I just lay there as Tony fucked me - it was OK, but
there wasn't the intense erotic pleasure I'd got from
Craig. I think this was the first time I really
understood that there's a difference between the
feeling of sexual stimulation and that other thing,
that special "something" that you only get when both
you and the other guy really want to be together.
Just as Craig said, Tony did cum very quickly, and the
coarse bastard actually invited the other guys to go
after him! But none of them did - I think they knew
that there was something special between Craig and me
(or perhaps, as is more likely, they'd already by then
had their own sex by then).
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Craig fucked me the next two nights, too - never more
than once a night, which might surprise you as we were
both young, fit healthy males, but you've got to
remember that we were incredibly tight for space in
our pen and it just didn't seem fair on the others to
wake them up if we fucked again. There's no way we
could do it without making at least a tiny clear space
on the floor first.
We were getting ready for sex on the third night when
the pen door was unlocked and the guard almost threw
in the young water boy, Stu. Well, I say "boy", but
of course the hard work he had to do in carrying the
heavy water skins had firmed and toughened his body,
and it's probably best to think of him as a regular
guy, but just not as well developed muscularly yet as
us. And at 16, he was, after all, a man, not a child.
We all greeted him, and he told us that he was going
to spend the night in our pen as his regular "buddy",
the slave Karl, who I'd met on my first night on the
estate, was being "used" by some of the owners'
guests.
"So you always sleep in the same pen as Karl?", I
asked him.
"Yes. He's really pampered, and he asked the owner
for me. So that's where I bed down every night now.
It suits him as he gets to fuck regularly, and that
pleases the owner a Karl is always in fantastic
shape."
"He got to choose...?"
"Well, yes. He's the owner's favourite currently.
I'm surprised you haven't seen him. No chains, no
rings, nothing except the alarm collar. Unlike a lot
of ponies he isn't even manacled into the rickshaw -
the owner just let's him stand there and pull with his
bare hands.
"Pony?"
"Yes - he pulls the owner's rickshaw around when the
owner is inspecting the estate. As I said, I'm
surprised you haven't seen him. But the owner trusts
him, and sometimes he even speaks to him. And one of
those times he asked for a fuck buddy, as he was tired
of wanking himself.... And, of course, the owner
wants Karl to be in peak condition so he gave him one
- me!"
"So where is he tonight?"
"One of the owner's guests saw him this afternoon, and
asked the owner if he could fuck Karl. I expect he'll
be in a foul mood tomorrow night, as he hates taking
it: he just likes fucking, but the owner's friend
couldn't take his eyes off Karl's ass - with all the
running he does, he's got a really big, strong
muscular ass and thighs, of course..."
"Hey, boy, get our ass over here..." It was Tony
calling out. "I wondered who I was going to fuck
tonight, and a nice young ass will fit the bill
nicely...."
"No, please, I don't want to...."
"What you ant doesn't matter. Get over here and get
on your knees...."
"Leave Stu alone, Tony", I snapped. Actually, I was
tired of Tony and his bullying ways, and I felt a bit
sorry for Stu. I remembered how I'd been when I was
sixteen - wanking in the privacy of my own bedroom
thinking about my girl friend. And here he was, naked
in amongst eight naked guys, one of whom was about to
fuck him. It didn't seem right, somehow. He'd always
treated us well, too, staying to water us for as long
as he possibly could before the Overseer told him to
move on, and I thought he needed a bit of a break.
"You keep out of it, Jon. Boy... Get over here, down
on your knees, as my cock needs a hole..."
"Tony, shut the fuck up! Stu's with me tonight. I
got him first!"
Tony came across the pen towards me, but I stood my
ground and just glared. He was slightly bigger than
me, and probably more developed as I wasn't yet up to
my full working weight, but I stood my ground. I
tensed my muscles, and glared at him, and extended my
arm and wrapped it protectively around Stu.
Fortunately Tony backed down, and just shrugged, and
started to play with one of the other guys.
"Thanks, Jon..."
"You know my name?"
"I read the names of all the slaves I water, as I
like to think I know you. I never actually get to
speak to most of you, of course, but I imagine myself
talking to you.... And you always seem nice - you
don't grab at my cock like some of the others do when
they're drinking, or slap my ass as I walk away - I
don't think you men realise how much that hurts!
As we were talking Stu had moved closer to me and sort
of "snuggled" against me. I'd never held a younger
guy, of course, and was surprised how good it felt to
have his young, hard body pressed against me.
To my amazement, I felt his hand on my cock, and he
gently stroked me to erection.
"Hey, Stu... Stop that...."
"That's what Karl likes...."
"I thought you wanted a night off from sex...."
"No! Hey, I couldn't sleep if I didn't get it off.
But I wanted to choose who I had sex with for a
change. And, as I said, I've been watching you since
you arrived, and I think you're nice..."
There was something wrong here. Young men shouldn't
be telling me that they fancied me, and wanted to have
sex with me.
"Shut the fuck up, Stu! The answer's no. You can lie
by me in case Tony comes on to you again, but I don't
do sex with young guys."
Craig had been listening to all this, and just smiled.
But he too put an arm around Stu, and we all sank to
the floor to find a space to lie in. As we moved
around to try to get comfortable, I realised that Stu
had a rock-hard erection and was leaking pre-cum. He
wriggled his body down so that he was in-between Craig
and me, and tried to rub his cock against my thigh to
get himself to cum.
"Hey, stop that, OK?"
Stu sort of shrugged, and lay still, and I was so
tired that I started to drift off to sleep. But of
course I was used to regular sex, and as hard as I
tried, it just wasn't possible to get to sleep without
draining my balls. I thought about turning to Craig
who must, I reasoned, be in the same state as he
hadn't fucked me, but something amazing was happening
to me.
At first I thought Craig had jumped the gun a bit and
had started to wank me, and in my half-asleep state I
at first did nothing. But the sensation built and
built, and I thought I must be dreaming - suddenly, I
realised it wasn't Craig wanking me: it was something
totally different, something as amazing as being
fucked..... I started to focus, to ask my body what
was happening.... And then I knew.....
Stu had slid out from between us and was now squatting
over my body with his feet on either side of my waist.
He was crouching down and had inserted my erect cock
up his ass - the sensations I was getting, which at
first I thought were just Craig wanking me, were from
my cock that was, in effect, fucking Stu! His strong
young thighs contracted and thrust as he lowered
himself up and down on my cock, and his head was
thrown back in ecstasy: he was obviously completely
turned on by what he was doing, and it was starting to
have an effect on me. Almost in spite of myself, I
found I was thrusting upwards as he squatted down, to
reinforce the fucking he was getting. And it was as
if something was telling my body what it should do -
my hands reached up and went around his waist, then
ran up and down his ribs, brushing at his stiff
nipples.
He began to moan and cry, and I did too. His fucking
of me got more and more intense, and I shouted "Yes,
yes, yes..." as my cock finally shot. I raised my
knees into the air, and he leaned back against them,
breathing hard form his exertions, and I revelled in
the feeling of his muscular back against my legs.
Then, as he recovered, he fell forward and lay on my
body.
"You're not mad at me, are you, Jon?", he asked in a
low voice.
"I fucking well ought to be - weren't you just almost
raping me? Having sex with a guy without his
permission, you know...."
"Yes, but you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
Well, of course I had! Having my cock up an ass for
the first time was so much better than being wanked
or sucked..... I just couldn't be cross with him, and
wrapped my arms around his body and hugged him to me.
I think that was one of the best nights I'd ever spent
in my life, with Stu clinging to me on one side, and
Craig pressed against my back ,with his cock nestling
between my ass cheeks.
End of Part 7